Ivan yawns, Chris puts her head on the arm of the couch.
Ivan: Chris?
Chris: I hate Christmas…
Ivan: You certainly were never happy during the holiday season, in school or at the bar… why is that?
Chris: You remember how I told you that my father abused me after my mother left us?
Ivan: Mhmm, I’m the one who told Mr. Granger and got you out of that place…
Chris: Well, he’d buy all this food… turkey, ham, sweet potatoes… and I’d have to cook it all. Didn’t get any of it. He told me that the winch’s daughter doesn’t deserve good food and I had to eat those ten-cent packages of ramen…
Ivan: Why didn’t you ever speak up?
Chris: I was afraid… and prayed that someone would take me away…
Ivan: Chris…
Chris struggles to hold back tears, Ivan embraces her.
Ivan: You’re to kind to hate Christmas…
Chris: It doesn’t matter, they’re all the same depressing holiday…
Ivan: This one is going to be different…
Gently, Ivan kisses Chris, she glows a crimson red with a single tear strolling down her cheek. In Max’s room; Max is snuggled up next to Biff.
Max: Biffy, when am I going to get my other present?
Biff: Heh-heh, so you didn’t forget.
Max: Of course not!
Max gets on top of Biff and wags his tail.
Max: I never forget a gift! Especially from you Biff!
Biff: Oh really?
Biff takes his index finger and lifts up Max’s chin, he gives him a gentle kiss. Max blushes a deep red and puts his arms around Biff and returns a passionate kiss. Back in the living room, Chris looks into Ivan’s eyes blushing as he runs his fingers through her hair.
Chris: Ivan…
Ivan: You know what I wished for...
Chris shakes her head looking away from Ivan.
Chris: Not to wake up with a hang over?
Ivan: To spend more time with you…
Chris tilts her head back slightly looking at Ivan.
Chris: We're at the bar all the time together... you're just the bunny man in his business hole...
Ivan: You mean the bunny man who just hides how he truly feels...
Ivan gets closer to Chris very tempted to kiss her again.
Ivan: But aside of that...what did you wish for…
Chris looks away with tears forming in her eyes.
Chris: I wish... to stop being looked down upon like I'm some tramp... I wish to have people accept me for who I am.... and just not some slut you can ******** and then forget about the next day... that's what I wish for.
Ivan (Whispers): How can anyone forget such beauty...
Chris: Eh... and what do you really see me as?
Chris looks back up to Ivan and gets closer to his lips.
Chris: A tramp with a cute face... or a real woman who needs to love and be loved...?
Ivan: You...a tramp...? What makes you think I would ever think of you like that?
Ivan begins to stroke her hair again.
Ivan: Chris...you are full of beauty beyond words, you're a woman with the desire to truly feel love and return it. How could I ever look pass that?
Chris: Ivan... you're always so distant... it hurts and that's why I hop from person to person... when you're like this, I really don't know how you feel... I've just been used so many times and...
Chris puts her head on Ivan’s chest.
Chris: I really do care about you I just don't want to get hurt...
Ivan holds her softly, cradling her in his arms.
Ivan: I only seem distant when I'm not sure of the emotion of the other person I care deeply for...but you...you're different, you're the one I want to be with for a very long time...
Ivan rests his chin on her head. Chris grips his jacket, her eyes sparkle and she looks up at Ivan.
Chris: Do you really mean it?
Gently Ivan wipes the tears from her eyes with a few soft strokes and he leans to her ear and whispers softly.
Ivan: I love you...
He moves and kisses her deeply on the lips. Chris blushes all over and starts to feel hot as Ivan kisses her. She falls back in a gaze. Ivan takes off his jacket still kissing Chris and tosses it to the floor; she starts to unbuckle his pants. Ivan pulls away from the kiss slowly and takes off his shirt then goes back to kissing her. Chris unbuttons her blouse and runs her fingers across Ivan's chest. Ivan pulls away again and stands up. He scoops Chris off of the couch carries her to his room. He lays her down on bed and takes off his pants then he starts to kiss her again. In the morning, Chris wakes up and sees Ivan. She starts to blush then a pain hits her head.
Chris: Oh... how much did I drink last night...?
Chris turns over to see Ivan still asleep with one arm over Chris holding her close to him. Chris closes her eyes and then quietly gets up from the bed and goes into Ivan's bathroom. She looks in the mirror then feels her hang over coming. She throws up in the toilet.
Chris: Disgusting... ah... where are my clothes?
Ivan turns to the other side of the bed facing the window. He then starts to wake up from the sunlight beaming in on his face and sits up rubbing his face.
Ivan: Ugh...wait...
Ivan notices his pants and Chris’s bra on the floor as well as his naked self.
Ivan: …the hell did I do?
Ivan hears noise in the bathroom, he looks and sees Chris.
Ivan: How did you –
Ivan feels a sharp pain in his head and holds it.
Ivan: ******** groans and wraps herself in a towel. She peaks out from the bathroom.
Chris: Eh... morning...
Ivan: How much did we drink? Damn it…
Ivan falls back on the bed hitting his pillow, still holding his head. Chris runs her fingers throw her hair.
Chris: A lot I'm guessing... heh, Merry Christmas...
Ivan moans slightly.
Ivan (Mumbles): Merry Christmas I guess....
Chris scratches her head and leans against the doorway to the bathroom. She shuts her eyes and says lightly.
Chris: So…
Ivan: I suppose we better pick up our clothes before Max finds out.
Chris sluggishly walks out of Ivan's bedroom; she picks up her blouse from off the floor.
Chris: We were SO wasted.
Ivan gets out of bed and picks up his boxers off of the floor; he puts them on and then some pants.
Ivan: Completely.....I feel a little different though...you must've been good in bed…
He scratches the back of his head stretching a little, Chris blushes.
Chris: That's.... oh gawd!
Chris runs back into the bathroom and throws up. Ivan rolls his eyes slightly
Ivan: You must rarely get drunk
Ivan walks into the bathroom scooting pass Chris and reached into the cabinet. He gets out the Aspirin and takes one. Then he hands two to Chris.
Ivan: Here, you need these....
Chris sticks up her lip and snatches the Aspirin.
Chris: I'm not for getting wasted off my a**, I rather chill on the weekend with a bottle of wine.
Ivan sighs and leaves out of the bathroom.
Ivan: Whatever, just take them and get dressed.
Chris sighs and swallows the Aspirin. She starts to put on her clothes.
Chris: It's Christmas morning and you're already being a grouch. Ivan, you really are the grinch.
Ivan shrugs letting his ears flop down as he looked over his shoulder turning slightly gazing at Chris while thinking. Then he sighs slightly and goes to say something but stops. Ivan goes into his bedroom and starting to change the sheets while mumbling. Chris sighs and runs the water in the sink to brush her teeth. After she comes out of the bathroom, she walks back into Ivan's bedroom.
Chris: Mr. Clean Freak, are we?
Ivan: I just don't want Max, or any for that fact, to know...
Ivan finally changes the sheets and tosses the other sheets in the basket in the corner of his room. Chris frowns and lowers her head.
Chris: Oh... well, I guess I'll just be going then.
Ivan grabs her wrist gently.
Ivan: Wait... I never said I regretted it…
Chris looks away from Ivan.
Chris: If you hide the truth, someone's going to get hurt... and I don't want that to happen.
Ivan: What do you want me to do, announce it to everyone? "Hey! I got drunk and had sex with Chris!"
He steps closer to her.
Ivan: If they find out then they find out, if not then there's no reason to announce it.
Chris: I wasn't talking about announcing we had sex to the world, you obviously aren't on the same track as me.
Ivan: Fine Chris, what are you talking about? We're sitting her bickering at each other as if we're married…
Chris sighs and grits her teeth.
Chris: Well, it's better to have sex when you’re in a relationship but I guess we're all just a bunch of whores and just sleep with who ever.
Ivan lies back down on his bed.
Ivan: What do you want from me now? A ring just because we got drunk and had sex...
Chris gets angered and gets a pressure point.
Chris: Who would ever want to marry a sarcastic a** like you! Merry Christmas a*****e!
Chris storms out of the room and then the house, she slams the door behind her. Ivan winced at the loud noises and holds his head.
Ivan: She always slams something...
He stares up at the ceiling thinking then closes his eyes with a sigh and a slight shrug.
Chris walks down the street; she holds her head and tears start to form.
Chris: Why...
A mother and boy pass her, the boy stares at Chris. Chris glares back at the boy.
Chris: What's your ******** problem! The guy I've liked for however many ******** years is a ******** a*****e!
Boy: Merry Christmas...
The mother quickly moves along with her son, Chris just stares then slides down on her knees and starts to cry.
Chris: I just hate Christmas...
